The First Time

I don’t remember the day when I put my feet on the ground & took my “first step”, the day I learned walking…..But I can imagine the happiness on my parents faces.

I remember “first time” I flew a kite, it was not the kite it was me who was in the air, my entire body, my soul was dancing with jubilation in the air, the little push of string on my finger gave me immense pleasure.

I remember the “first time” l learned to ride a bicycle; I couldn't sleep the whole night with utter & overwhelming heavenly feelings, I would give ride to the whole world on my bicycle & would want them to know that I have learned to ride a bicycle.

I know I have grown old and there is less or even no room for that “first time” but still I need that little passion in me, still want to learn, explore.

I know that small little, stupid, crazy, mischief kid in me, who is afraid of mom & dad & hidden under the bed to COME OUT…& re explore that passion!!